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Jan 2017
I woke up late at night
and I went into the room
I made the sacred gesture
as I entered in the tombΒ Β 
Well, it gets colder everyday
Perhaps I'll be there soon to stay

I woke up late at night
and I hadn't put it down
I knew somehow I'd fallen
but, I hadn't hit the ground
Well, it gets darker every night
The next may never bow to light

I woke up late in life
much maturer then I cared
I've known the answers and the problems
but the truth for once was dared.
Well, it gets easier every year.
You have to lean to live with fear
Rustle McBride
Written by
Rustle McBride  Delaware
   J and Amy H
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